There's wrong and then there's WRONG. And I was totally wrong (and even a little cocky) in thinking that somehow I had successfully kept the flu contained. The Great Stomach Flu of 2011 it took down little W on Monday and, as of this evening, its newest victims are Matt and my mom.
I've done countless loads of laundry, cleaned the bathroom again, and cupped my hands to receive puke at least five times now. I've replenished the diaper stash, gone through an economy sized package of wipes in less than 48 hours, and washed my hands dry. I learned even thinking I could control the spread of this flu was ridiculous.
Don't plan on coming anywhere near this house of horrors for a while.